Chapter 17

Chapter 8– A Surprising Turn Of Events

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It has been a long time since anyone ever caught Harry unprepared. His constant vigilance and caution had saved his life numerous times, and he knew the value of discretion and anonymity more than most.

So the realisation on how unprepared he was for a battalion of enemy wizards had taken him aback. He should've expected this really, should've prepared for it. Instead, he had let himself be cornered in a country he knew very little about.

Getting caught off-guard was the surest way to hell, and he knew this perfectly. Yet, here he was, behind enemy lines with no clear escape route.

'I've gotten complacent.'

That could be the only possible reason for his lack of foresight this time. His newfound freedom and safety has made him complacent. And he must solve this issue as soon as possible.

But now wasn't the time for regrets. And Gamer's Mind doesn't allow for distractions.

Currently, he was trying to form a feasible plan for taking down his lone enemy before the other two could join him.

The events that had unfolded since the arrival of his enemies were a tad bit unexpected. He knew going in, that 3 trained wizards were bad odds for him. The chances of him surviving had been low.

But then he managed to somehow take down one of them, which conveniently neutralised the second one as well.

Now a lone enemy remained between Harry and his freedom.

"Whoever you are..." The dark-haired Hydra Wizard intoned haltingly, his voice having a nasally feel to it. "... I shall give you one last chance to surrender."

Harry quietly ducked around a corner, merely a few meters in front of the wizard.

"You have been warned."

Harry did not like this man. The way he spoke, so deliberate and carefully...it was the voice of a man used to keeping secrets.

"And I shall not..." The man was almost to the point of rounding the same corner, and Harry prepared himself for a quick ambush.

".. Repeat myself." His enemy silkily hissed out the words.

And then Harry revealed himself in one smooth move, his gun firing rapidly twice at the man's head.

For an average unsuspecting wizard, those two bullets should've been a death sentence. They were fired from up close, the wizard in front of him wasn't shielded like before, and there was no way to avoid the bullet. In the end, wizards were just as squishy as a normal human, and a single bullet through the eye should be enough to put one down.

But his current opponent was neither average nor unsuspecting. Or else Hydra wouldn't have hired him in the first place.

And that was proven true as a faint translucent shield suddenly materialised in front of the man extremely quickly, successfully defending him from the bullets.

The moment that shield appeared, and Harry realised the failure of his ambush, he quickly retreated deeper in the Dursley house.

The Gamer's Mind allowed for no pride or arrogance, and thus he could judge his situation without a bias. And one fact was extremely clear for him: Even against a single wizard, he was on the backfoot.

Magically, he was no match for a wizard. Most of the wandless things he could do would only be seen as tricks and weak imitations of real spells.

His gun had proved to be useless as well. Plus, he was out of ammo anyway.

That left him with only a few possible weapons that he could use against the Hydra wizard: His strategic mind, years of experience, and the physical superiority.

Will it be enough to put the Wizard down? He could only guess.

"There is no need for this to be violent." His enemy started slowly, his voice coming from the living room. "If you truly are his son...then you have nothing to fear. We are here to help."

Harry felt a tingling sensation up his spine as he sensed the use of magic. It was similar to how he felt when the first wizard had intoned 'Humenum Revelio'.

"I have you..." The man silkily hissed. "Now."

A sudden tug in his stomach was all the warning he had before he was swept off of his legs by a strong force. The force dragged him back where he came from but at the very last moment, Harry managed to clutch onto the kitchen counter with an outstretched hand.

The force was still working in dragging him to his death, and Harry did his utmost to resist the enemy magic. He closed his eyes, sensing the sphere of power that was gripping onto him, and tried to break free.

[Resistance Created: Magic] Lvl 1

The force behind the unknown spell lessened, though it was still a bit too much to resist. Thankfully, the spell dissipated by itself after a few moments, and he stopped levitating in the air.

Unfortunately it wasn't for long.

"What." His opponent grumbled, his feets coming to a stop somewhere outside around the living room. "Accio Potter brat!"

Again, the same force tugged at him, but this time Harry was prepared. He picked up a rusty kitchen knife and let go of the counter, giving into the spell. The power behind the spell was such that he flew out of the kitchen through air, zooming past the walls and doors.

Any normal human would've been rendered nauseous at the very least, if not outright unconscious. But when Harry was finally presented to the enemy wizard, he was of perfect bearings, with a dusty rusted knife aimed straight like a sword as he let the spell's momentum do it's work.

The greasy-haired man barely managed to realise what was happening, and reformed his shield, but as a result he lost control over Harry. The speed at which Harry was summoned was still too much, but he managed to control his collision with the Hydra Wizard's now shielded form, and bounced off of it to land on the ground.

"There is no need fo–"

He didn't give the wizard any time for his tricks, using the walls as leverage to jump over the man and throw his knife with deadly accuracy.

The shield originated from the tip of the man's wand, so there was almost a full feet of distance between it and it's casters body. Harry's knife-throw from above skipped the shield entirely, and the only reason the man survived was because he was able to react fast enough to jerk away slightly.

Of course, he did not manage to do so unscathed.

The black-robed man stumbled away with a cry as his knife scored a cut on his right cheek and jaw, and Harry landed in a crouch. Though he had to roll aside as the man swished his wand at him, shooting a ray of red energy through the air that passed him by less than a feet away to strike the chair behind him, blasting it away with it's power.

Harry turned back to the enemy wizard, who was pointing his wand at his own bleeding jaw. The dark-eyed man simply dabbed his wand on his bleeding wound slightly, and the cut quickly closed up.

'Healing magic.' Even his logical mind couldn't help but be awed. 'I want to learn this.'

When the man turned to him again, the earlier pain and annoyance was missing from his eyes. His dark pupils looked cold, like how Natasha Romanoff usually looked when she wasn't trying to make Harry's life difficult. Or how the people usually described Harry as most of the times.

'So the man went through a mental rehabilitation program as well. No wonder he's still alive. A calm man is a competent man.'

Harry readied himself to run away again, knowing the futility of fighting, but the man suddenly let his wand arm aim down at the ground, standing at ease.

"Mr. Potter," The Wizard's voice lacked any emotions as his eyes looked at him calmly. "There is no need for this madness. I do not know how you learnt Wandless magic, or what type of physical enhancements your...caretakers have done on you. But you are safe now. Your captors–"

That was when Harry acted. He did not know what new type of strategy Hydra was using now, and neither did he care. But the wizard has presented him with an opportunity and Harry wasn't going to let it slip by.

He exercised his will upon the world and his magic expanded around the room.

The greasy wizard must've sensed something because he instantly silenced himself in favour of launching another red ball of energy.

The Wizard's spells were incredibly fast, and the power Harry sensed from them warned him that his wandless shield will not be able to protect him completely.

So he simply ducked down, letting the spell slip past over his head. He had no doubt that a normal human wouldn't have been able to dodge the spell from such a close distance, but thankfully Harry's speed and dexterity were already three times higher than an average athlete.

Before the Hydra wizard could pin Harry down with a shower of spells, he took hold of everything his magic could grasp, and hurled it towards the frowning man.

For the second time in their fight, Harry saw the man loose his composure as his eyes widened slightly at the wandless display.

Then, with a twirl in place the Wizard suddenly vanished from thin air with a crackling bang, reappearing in another room altogether.

"Disapparition." Harry muttered with a frown.

His teachers had informed him of this skill, but according to him a wizard would need extreme concentration, and a specific wand movement to disapparate. His enemy however, neither appeared to concentrate properly nor use any kind of wand movements. It was almost instantaneous really.

Which was why the Hydra wizard wasn't currently bogged down in a pile of wood as every furniture in the room clashed exactly where he stood a moment ago.

Harry was feeling a little drained magically though, and wondered how long he could hold on like this.

If only he had a wand himself...

"Albus!" The black-robed man seethed as the door opened, and in walked an ancient looking wizard. "The boy knows Wandless magic, and he's as fast as a vampire. I know not what they did to him, but this...is not what I signed up for. You handle him yourself, dear Minister."

That was... slightly unexpected. There seemed a slight animosity between them, plus, did they not know about his Wandless magic? Surely Hydra wouldn't send some clueless mercenaries after him...And vampires? Since when did they have vampires in this world?

It was too distracting a subject currently, so he decided to shelf it all for later.

The old man that joined them was dressed completely in white, looking the perfect picture of an ancient, powerful, warlock.

Harry was already moving to retreat when the warlock swished his wand towards him.

Harry prepared to dodge any spell that may target him but nothing seemed to happen. He felt a small tingling in front of him, and too late did Harry realise the spell had arrived in front of him invisibly, and could do absolutely nothing as his whole body suddenly started levitating in the air.

He tried struggling in the air but his body seemed to be held in a tight vice, and there was nothing he could do. He was trapped mid-air, too tired and powerless to resist.

Now he was likely going to be captured, killed and experimented on. And not necessarily in that order.

"Please, my boy." The powerful warlock gently voiced. "We are here to help. There is no nee–"

He heard none of that. There was only one thing resounding in his mind: Freedom!

Harry didn't know what he did next. He just felt a vague tug in his gut and his magic was suddenly launched in all directions, mixed in with an involuntary roar of defiance and desperation.

Every drop of his magic was emptied in this last attempt at freedom, and everything in the room, T.v, tiles, curtains, window sills, wood, metal, everything, started levitating in the air, with him in the middle. And then, in a completely synchronised manner, they all shot forth towards the wizards, zooming in on them with powerful intensity.

Harry fell down on his butt as the old one ignored him in favour of creating a large shimmering white wall of magic.

The wood and metal crashed into the white misty shield, but instead of deflecting the debris, the shield let them pass, changing all of it into smooth fine powdered dust as they came from the other side.

Even with his gamer's mind active, harry couldn't avoid a sense of incredulity and awe.

That.

That was what he wanted to learn. Too bad he will never get the chance. Escape was all but impossible now.

Especially as his tired and exhausted body finally gave up. He hadn't slept even once since escaping the police in Southampton, having to hitchhike his way to Surrey.

He regretted his decision now. Regretted leaving Shield in the first place. He had just delivered himself in the enemy's jaws.

And as the familiar darkness crept up upon him, Harry finally let it go, accepting his fate for what it was.

He'd led an eventful life. It may not have been good, but atleast he never gave up. No matter how ineffective he may have been in his final fight.

'It is what it is. A shame it could not have been more.'

And thus, Harry embraced the darkness, fully expecting to never wake up again.